Chapter 39: Jill and the White Hat Hacker

I stood at the front of the room. There were six of us in the room: Harley, my new sidekick in Cyber Consulting, and an admitted ‘white hat hacker’. There also was Bill Morris, the I.T. director; Hank Phillips, the CFO and the man that was Bill’s boss; Nick Walgreen – the head of system ops; Frank Spectre – Another ops guy; and me.

I spoke with the computer hooked up to the projector. The slide on the screen was a bland statement about Cyber Consulting Company (CCC) and today’s date.

“Thank you for meeting today. The purpose of this meeting is more of value to you than to me. We think it’s very important for Knightsbridge Manufacturing, too. I’ve been trying to get you take action for two years about your susceptibility to outside hacking, but to no avail.

“My colleague is Harley Palmer. Harley is eighteen and just graduated high school. He is a friend, and I guess in some ways I am his mentor. He doesn’t think so, but he has a knack with computers and he’s very smart. As a bit of a fun assignment for him, about a month ago I gave him an assignment to hack into Knightsbridge Manufacturing computer systems and website, leave a telltale sign, do no damage, and then leave. I’ll let him tell you what he did.”

Harley stood up. He was in jeans and a t-shirt from a rock band I’d never heard of. He wore two threadbare sneakers. This was not typical business dress at Knightsbridge Manufacturing.

“Hi guys. Nice to meet you. Let me start by showing you the result of my having gone onto you website. Getting in was a piece of cake and I’d never hacked anything before. It only took me about twenty minutes.”

The screen changed to a browser and everyone watched as Harley typed in the website address of the company and hit the return key. Up came Knightsbridge’s home page. The main picture on the page was a photo taken by a drone that showed about two hundred employees forming the letters ‘K’ and ‘M’ – Knightsbridge Manufacturing.

“This is your home page. Do you notice anything unusual?”

The other four men leaned forward. Finally, Bill – the I.T. director – said, “No. Should we see something special?”

“Look at the upper-right corner of the letter ‘M’, particularly the serif. Let me zoom in for you.” Harley started to smile. I was chuckling. We’d rehearsed this, but he was doing so well at it.

As the screen very slowly zooned into the ‘M’ and then into the upper-right serif, the beautiful nude body of Lisa Wallace came into sharper and sharper focus as she enlarged. It wasn’t lewd. It was just a tasteful teenage nude smiling up at the camera like everyone else in the picture.

“There! How’s that?”

“Shit! Really? How long has that been up there?”

I spoke, “Well, it took two weeks to schedule this meeting, so overall about three or four weeks.”

Harley said, “I also gave myself an email account on your server. If you need to contact me, I’m harleypalmer@knightsbridge.com, like many of your other email accounts. Unlike most of you, I opted to receive the weekly executive briefings about the state of the company. You do need to beef up sales in the western states.

“I also browsed through all the HR records in the company. Bill, I think you’re underpaid. I also found the strategic plan and all your customer contact data, and it looks like you’re already falling behind the projections for sales into the major accounts, so something is wrong somewhere.”

Hank Phillips, the most senior guy in the room, held his hand up. “STOP! You have my undivided attention. How do we fix this? What will it cost us?” He sounded resigned and desperate.

I stood and took the podium. Harley winked at me and sat down. He’d left the zoomed picture of naked Lisa on the screen – the little devil. I launched into the lecture the I.T. guys had heard before about firewalls, passwords, and more.

Harley stood up at one point, and in detail described how he’d found a wedge into the company’s servers. From KM’s point of view, it all went downhill from there.

Hank said, “And you’re not extorting money from us?”

I frowned, “No. Why would I do that? I like all you guys, and you’re good for the local economy. Just fix the things on that last slide and I think you’ll have a more robust security conscious workforce, too. At this point, you don’t even need us to help you. We would like to remain your outside I.T. gurus and network support staff.”

Hank just looked at the I.T. director and they nodded. He said, “Consider it done! I figure about four weeks.”

I asked are there any questions?

Nick, the lowest ranked man in the room, raised his hand and asked, “Who’s the naked chick on our website’s home page? Does she date anybody?” Everyone in the room laughed, and the meeting broke up. Lisa’s hot little body was still on display on the projection screen.

Crystal was back in the Crystal Blue Photography studio doing a traditional business sitting for a professional woman, and then editing some of the ‘private porn’ and ‘public porn’ videos we’d done, including my work with Elynn. I was helping Carol shoot the love scene with Jill Timms.

Jill was married to Adam, a flight instructor on corporate jets, and she worked at the main city library, mostly as a research librarian. She was the person people went to and asked a question, such as I want to know more about dinosaurs. By the end of the hour, you’d know more about dinosaurs than you wanted to know.

Carol was with me rather than Crystal since she had known Jill and Adam for several years, especially while she was a student renting their garage apartment for two years. They never had a sexual relationship until recently, but Carol figured out about their private lives from comments and even peeking into the house while the Timms had guests.

Jill had been an easy sell on doing a ‘mature’ sex video. She understood pornography, the purpose and function it served in society, and much like my wife and other friends, she loved to fuck. Jill was also an expert at dirty talk.

For this particular video, we were mixing young and old – Jill and, of all people, my brilliant and freshly graduated from high school teenager – Harley Palmer.

Harley had done a spectacular job of white hat hacking on one of my occasional clients, and then briefing them with me about what he’d done and how, so the huge hole in their networks and servers could be blocked once and for all.

As a reward for Harley, I explained about the porn we produced, and asked if he was interested. Harley was brilliant and nerdy, and wildly horny. He couldn’t get enough pussy, and that’s saying something because he was a friend-with-benefits with Lisa and Wendy Wallace, and Madison Landry – the other teens that were blended in with all our horny friends. He’d been to several of our parties, and had even nailed some of the older women. He wanted more, and had seen Jill and she actually turned him on. As the expression goes, he had a ‘thing’ for older women.

Crystal had outlined the plot, and then the shooting techniques the day before in a short meeting with Jill, Harley, Carol, and me. We spent time talking about the plot and various scenes.

Thus, earlier in the day, I’d taken a simple iPhone with me into the well-lit public library and taken a running video of young Harley going in with a supposed homework assignment. He went to Jill in her librarian role and posed his question to her, and then she escorted him to the stacks to find appropriate books and materials for his high school term paper.

In the course of pointing out books and areas of research to him, the two touch a lot and there is obviously increasing intimacy between the pair. In the end, Jill returns to her desk and Harley leaves with some books to check out.

By ‘coincidence’ the two meet and the nearby coffee shop and she sits with Harley and they start talking. She asks what being in high school is like, and what his love life is like. He complains about the absence of any love life, and Jill then offers additional services to help him move into adulthood. They agree to go to Harley’s home because his parents don’t get home until late.

The scene we were shooting was in the simplest of the bedrooms in my house. We’d gotten a student desk, posters, and other accessories to make the room look ‘teenage boy’. We had the lights in position around the bed and had wired the place for sound, since Jill was so proficient at ‘dirty talk’. We wanted to capture her lewd and erotic expressions as she said them.

We worked on some hand signals to change position, keep doing what they’re doing with more emphasis, and so on. We kept the signals simple and intuitive.

We started filming with Harley leading Jill into his house and thanking her for a ride home. Things escalated quickly and they started to kiss. He brings her to his room and even shows her his stash of porn magazines and videos. Jill claims she has something better for him.

The two made out as their clothes got discarded, mostly Harley’s. Jill then started a blowjob on the teen and I zoomed in on her talented rendition of his cock disappearing into her mouth. In no time at all he fired off into her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Miss Carter (her stage name), you were just too good on my penis.”

“It’s a delicious cock, young man. Call it a cock, and you have a great one. Now, let me revive you and we’ll do some other things. Have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy?”